Manectric ReportManectric is an Electric Type Pokemon, canine in looks and nature. It has a long muzzle, shocks (pun intended, tee hee) of yellow hair with a smoother blue; ears are packed tightly into a cone on its head; sharp claws and keen teeth, too, however one would not worry about these traits so much as its impressive Special Attack. Nobody, apart from Ground-Types, will enjoy a hit of Thunder from one of these. Be warned if your Special Defense is low- battling a Manectric will be risky!The Discharge Pokemon's other selling point is its equally good speed, which is above average. Remember that speed is probably the most important stat in battling- you never know what may happen if your foe gets a hit in before you do. So either boost your own speed, or try a Trick Room to switch things around if you're slow- but if your defences (especially Sp.Def) are good, then there is no need to worry too much about this.Manectric's other stats are decent, but not as great as its others. Its Attack, Def
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Jeff the Killer X ReaderYou were sitting in the living on the couch on your computer (watching youtube vids/ FB/etc) when you came across Creepypasta the first on you read was Jeff the Killer. You didn't think to much about it. You notice it was strangely quit in your house but you shrugged it off. You then notice something again you shrugged it off and continued to read on. Once you were done reading you took your computer to your room to watch funny videos. You then felt as if someone was behind you. You turned you saw none of other than Jeff the Killer holding his knife and said "GO TO SLEEP" you like trolling people cause it was funny and he reminded you of the Joker so said "Hey Jeff" with a confused look he responded "What?" he asked and you said "Why so serious?" Jeff gave you th You-got-to-be-kidding look while you sat there and continued to troll him "Hey ... where's Batman huh Joker" after some time of trolling Jeff you chatted to your Friend on Skype and told (him/her) about you experience and what
Why I Hate My LifeWhy I Hate My Life:Despite the fact that I'm a trained professionalI have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycleThe only girl who I ever lovedwas just using me as a replacementThe only girl that actually likes meruns a bar and took over my houseI don't have the guts to kick her outso I end up sleeping at an abandoned churchI've recently picked up a strange rashit hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover itMy only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forestand a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I haveEverything sucks reallybecause the one person who cared about meis already dead...He was my army buddy, always cool, always the bestI visit his grave sometimes, in the middle of long deliveriesThe worst part about everything thoughis the fact that the one guy who made my life hellThe one guy who took everything important away from mejust came back to town a few minutes ago...And you know what he said the moment
funny poemi had a dog named muffin,she died, SHE DIED!!!my mom said she wuz sleeping,she lied, SHE LIED!!!why is my lil muffin dead?!?!why couldnt that car hit ME instead?!?!i had hampster named brownie,he died, HE DIED!!!i wanted to bring him back,i tried, I TRIED!!!brownie just up and left me!!!because he choked on a sunflower seed!!!i had a bird named bob,he died, HE DIED!!!my mom thought he wuz chicken,he fried, HE FRIED!!!bobs chicken fried soul flew away!!!now i have no pets today!!!
Battle ScarsBattle Scars:Sharp claws rake into my skinas my blood bursts forth to splatter against the groundThe uneven breathing of my foetells me that he too is wounded and close to deathI can see his teeth, flecked with frothing salivafoaming and spitting as he bellows his nameHe charges into me, his frame crashing with minethe impact has me reeling and I fall back against the stoneThe ground feels coldthe icy chill seeping into my bonesthe warmth of my blood escapes meand I can feel myself beginning to fadeUp toward the sky I glancepraying that I might receive assistanceI pray that he who commands me, he who stands aboveWill pity his servant and relieve me of this pain...Yet, my prayers go unheardHere I lie, slowly fadingslowly drifting into the grey oceanas the voice that commands me utters my fate:"Pikachu, use Thunderbolt NOW!"-Chen Yuan Wen, Experimental Release
How to Insult PoeticallyOnce I happened upon a callow young lass,Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass.And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing;Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting.Though her raving and ranting made very little sense,She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance.Apparently her pain was too great to be understood,Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood.So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling.While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing.She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line,About never idolizing the keen writer's mind......Aaaaaalrighty then,If that is the case, then why ape my technique?Why submit to several galleries; is your brain on the leak?You are writing to be seen; you seek attention as I do,What are we if not performers, is that not true?Did you believe that you could use your past as a shield?It counts, I'm afraid, for nothing, I feel;For you see, I'm a killer, as bold a
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